Hope and Wish
C&W96. Look at the condition of Hema

"Dad not lift? Why?" 

The faint arm I got, I had no intention of asking any more because father would definitely speak for himself if it was time to open his voice. Dad is not a person who likes to be urged with questions on the basis of curiosity, he more often open his own voice if it is time to talk. 

The rush began the next day, Galen was thrown here and there until I went home from college. His father Farah has not appeared in the past month, my life tends to be straight and focused on education and children only. 

When the red Civic Turbo came, my father told me that Handaru was not here and asked the dealer to contact Handaru. Because the owner of the car is in his name, not in my name. Reception was thwarted, biyung said it was okay the money only returned seventy percent, maybe because he was not routine alms he said. 

"Tompe Hema in his therapy place, Deck." Dad picked me up at college. 

"Who? Can you get out of the hotel?" I sat down and closed the car door. 

"Condition collapsed, physically not strong nahan candlestick." The car I was driving was going slowly. 

"So, she's in intensive care?" I imagine Hema's condition now. 

"Heem, come in this afternoon." 

Now Hema is still in therapy, which means she's really not okay right now. Because tolerance is not much, if the condition of Hema is not so bad. 

"I'm thinking, Dad." I looked straight ahead. 

"Two years of his imprisonment, Hema's good behavior has not been cut during his time in detention. But every routine Dad looks at, he's always dying. Boro-boro wants to do good, boro-boro doing useful activities." He shook his head repeatedly. 

I could only keep quiet, I did not know what to do because it seemed like this condition was torturing Hema. I was free to wander around, even continue my education. Hema is dying and tormented there. 

Arriving at what he said was a Hema therapy place, it looks like a clinic but not a public health clinic. The place is not so crowded, coupled with the license plate number parked here is different, which indicates not from here only. 

Is this a home of mental medicine? I heard the voices of people whimpering, asking for help, even the roars of people crying and rampaging. The more into this building, the more clearly heard even from the front of the registration table. 

"The benefactor hasn't been moved?" I immediately spoke to the woman who registered the registration. 

He looked towards dad. "Still, sir," he answered kindly. 

Dad took my hand. "Thank you." Dad took me to walk into another room far from the front of this building. 

Unexpectedly, there was a policeman sitting in front of the room who the father said was Hema's room. To be honest, I was nervous, because I was the one at fault in this case. However, it was Hema who felt his punishment instead. 

"Lunch not yet, sir?" greet the friendly father by shaking with the hands of the police. 

"Well, by chance not yet" the policeman replied with a big smile. 

Father turned his head towards me and pointed at Hema's room. "You go inside first, Deck. I'll buy lunch first." Dad rubbed my shoulder. 

"Can, Sir?" He looked at the police as if asking for permission. 

"Can, may, sir. Please." 

Dad nodded and left. I just put a smile on the policeman, then went into Hema's room. 

"Astaghfirullahal adzim, astaghfirullahal adzim, astaghfirullahal adzim…." Hema sat hugging her knees on the patient's gurney, with her mouth constantly crowing out the istighfar. 

Two bags of infusions came to my attention, not to mention with other tools stuck to his feet. He looked healthy, but he held something until it was bathed in sweat. 

There were no nurses or doctors waiting for him, he was alone in the gurney. He wiped the sweat off his temple, then turned to look at me. 

"Bec…. Help me, Ra. Doain I'm strong, Ra." His voice trembled, his breathing was wheezing. 

"Her…." I feel guilty seeing his condition, though I'm sure he's not like this because of his sentence. 

"Astaghfirullahal…. Oh God…." He wiped something that melted from his eyes. 

"What do you feel?" I approached. 

"The blood flow was right, it hurt. I don't sleep very much, I can't sleep." He cried like Barra, hugging his own feet. 

Oh God, he must have been very tormented. 

"Hem, you must be strong. Patience huh? I'll try to get the best treatment for you." I'm sure Hema can stay all night in this treatment, it's the result of dad's efforts and dad's financial ability. 

Because her sister-in-law is still studying in the district next door, which she says comes home once a week. There is no family here, for sure he can be here because of father too. 

"Ra, hug me." He took my hand, his hand felt cold. 

"But, Hem…." I find it hard to resist, because I feel sorry for him. 

Unexpectedly, only then did I cling to his cold body full of sweat. Suddenly, his body immediately stiffened and his eyes looked up. I saw that the infusion tube was filled with blood, unfortunately my body was locked by him to ask for help outside the room. 

"Please, Sir…. Mr. Police..," I shouted loosely, hoping that my voice would come out of this room. 

What happened to Hema? Why is his body convulsing? Is it gonna go away? If it is like that, there I feel even more wrong with him. 

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